Chapter 451: Enemies in the Shadows and the Grandmaster-Level Black Flood Dragon Body Refining Art

Cheng Feng's expression did not change; he merely shielded Shang Yan behind him, his gaze locked tightly onto the young man as he spoke coldly: "Just you? Not to mention whether you can defeat me, if you truly dare to make a move, I guarantee you won't make it out of this street."

The young man gripped his thin blade tightly, a flicker of hesitation flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his ruthlessness: "Less talk, prepare to die!"

With that, his figure moved, pouncing toward Cheng Feng like a ghost, the thin blade in his hand flashing with a cold light as it thrust straight for Cheng Feng's throat.

Cheng Feng let out a cold snort, neither dodging nor evading. As the thin blade drew near, he suddenly extended two fingers, precisely clamping onto the blade. No matter how much force the young man exerted, he could not advance even a fraction of an inch.

Moreover, the intelligence was wrong; this speed and reaction...

He is at least in the Organ Refining Realm!!!

And also

Looking at Cheng Feng's fingers, he did not feel a shred of Blood Qi...

The opponent is also a hard-body Martial Artist!!!

Are those intelligence agents pigs...

F***...

The young man's heart was filled with raging anger. He had not expected Cheng Feng's strength to be so profound; his full-force strike had been neutralized so easily.

He attempted to pull back the thin blade, only to find it as immovable as if clamped by a pair of pliers.

A mocking smile curled the corners of Cheng Feng's mouth: "With only this much skill, you dare to come out as an assassin? Truly laughable."

Having said that, he applied a slight force with his fingers, and with a "Crack!", the thin blade was snapped clean in two.

The young man's face turned deathly pale in an instant. He looked at Cheng Feng in terror, as if he were looking at a devil. He turned to flee, but how could Cheng Feng let him have his way?

Cheng Feng's figure flashed, appearing instantly before the young man, and kicked him in the chest. The young man flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He struggled to climb up, but Cheng Feng had already reached his side and stepped on his chest, saying coldly: "Speak, who sent you? If you confess honestly, I might spare your life."

The young man gritted his teeth and said stubbornly: "I... I won't tell you, just kill me!"

Cheng Feng frowned; he had not expected this young man to be so stubborn. He applied a little pressure with his foot, and the young man immediately felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if it were about to be crushed.

"Ah..." The young man could not help but let out a miserable scream, but he still gritted his teeth, refusing to speak.

Shang Yan watched from the side, then looked around.

She stepped forward and gently tugged at Cheng Feng's sleeve, whispering: "Young Master Cheng, don't make a scene."

Cheng Feng gave Shang Yan an appreciative look.

Calm in the face of trouble, meticulous in thought.

He shook his head slightly: "Miss Shang Yan, this person committed a crime in the street and refuses to reveal the mastermind. If he isn't taught a lesson, he will continue to do evil in the future."

With that, he looked at the young man again and said coldly: "I will give you one last chance. Speak, who sent you?"

A sharp glint flashed in the young man's eyes. Knowing there was no way out, he suddenly pulled a black pill from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth. Cheng Feng's expression changed, but it was too late to stop him.

"You..." Cheng Feng glared, but the young man merely revealed a mocking smile, then closed his eyes and ceased to breathe.

Cheng Feng frowned, crouched down, and searched the young man's body, but found no useful clues. He stood up, looked at Shang Yan, and said: "It seems this person came prepared. We must be careful."

Shang Yan nodded and said worriedly: "Young Master Cheng, what should we do next?"

Cheng Feng pondered for a moment and said: "Let's return to the Cheng Mansion first; it is not safe here. After we return, I will send people to investigate this matter and see if we can find the mastermind."

Having said that, Cheng Feng turned and left the scene with Shang Yan. Along the way, he kept thinking about this matter, feeling a faint sense of unease in his heart.

This matter is definitely not that simple. The opponent seemed to want to attack him, but their methods were not those of someone ready to die for their cause.

There was no intention to fight to the death from the very beginning.

Damn, could there be an accomplice?

"But I didn't feel any sense of being watched.

Since things have come to this, let's go home first."

The concubines at home were lively and bustling.

After introducing Shang Yan to everyone,

Cheng Feng contacted the people of the Hong Sect directly to ask those bullies and thugs.

Unfortunately, those bullies and thugs had already disappeared.

No one had seen them, no one noticed, no one asked.

Even the body of the man who died in the street had been disposed of; no one reported the case.

If the people don't complain, the officials don't investigate.

This matter just ended without a follow-up.

Cheng Feng knew he had held back his strength; it was impossible for him to have caused death directly.

Now that those people had vanished, it was likely someone had already cleaned up the aftermath.

Cheng Feng's gaze grew increasingly cold, and he thought to himself: it seems the person behind this not only planned thoroughly but also possesses extraordinary influence, being able to make those bullies and thugs disappear without a trace in such a short time.

Perhaps, they even have a certain amount of influence within the officialdom.

Cheng Feng felt a headache coming on; how long had it been, and who had he provoked again?

Thinking about recent events,

Cheng Feng wondered: Could it be that playboy from Heimu Prefecture?

Forget it, never mind.

When soldiers come, block them; when water comes, earth covers it.

I should just focus on my cultivation!

Shang Yan had just lost her virginity.

Let her rest for a while.

As for my Panmian, I really need to tidy it up properly.

In the secret cultivation chamber.

Cheng Feng sat cross-legged, looking at the Fortune Points on the Panmian, his eyes flickering with excitement as he made his selection.

Aside from the Bronze Statue Technique, the only other thing that could enhance his physical body was the Black Flood Dragon Body Refining Art.

For the love and peace of the world.

For his own happiness.

Only if he is strong enough can he form a closed loop with his talent Panmian.

He is strong = he can add more points.

Adding more points = he is strong.

No problems there.

As for women?

Cheng Feng declares that this is a wonderful era.

"Start by maxing out the Entry level, 500 points, let's go!" Cheng Feng invested 500 Fortune Points into it without hesitation.

In an instant, a warm current surged from his dantian, rapidly coursing through his Extraordinary Meridians. Wherever it passed, his muscles trembled slightly, as if countless tiny flood dragons were swimming and weaving within them, continuously strengthening his physical body.

Cheng Feng could clearly feel his skin becoming tougher, and his bones emitting faint, crisp sounds, as if cheering and leaping with joy to welcome this brand-new Transformation.

"Entry is just the beginning; next is Proficient!" Cheng Feng's gaze was firm as he invested another 1000 points. This time, the warm current became surging and violent, like a wild Black Flood Dragon rampaging through his body.

His muscles began to bulge at a speed visible to the naked eye, the lines becoming more rigid and fluid, each one containing explosive power.

A faint black luster appeared on the surface of his skin, as if covered by a layer of fine dragon scales, significantly increasing his defensive power.

Cheng Feng gritted his teeth, enduring the waves of intense pain coming from within his body.

Cheng Feng could feel his physical body transforming like raw iron into tempered steel.

"This feeling, it's so refreshing."

"Master level, charge for me!" Cheng Feng shouted, fiercely slamming down 1500 points.

Instantly, his body felt as if it had been ignited, radiating a scorching aura.

The power within his body was like a wild horse that had broken its reins, crazily impacting the limits of his body.

His bones emitted "clack-clack" sounds, constantly restructuring and strengthening, becoming thicker and harder; his muscle fibers were like being rewoven, becoming tighter and more elastic.

Cheng Feng felt as if his body had turned into a massive furnace, constantly tempering and sublimating.

When the Master level was maxed out, there was no pause.

"Grandmaster level, this is the final sprint!" Cheng Feng's eyes were bloodshot as he invested the final 2000 points.

In an instant, the Blood Qi on Cheng Feng's body formed ribbons of blood-colored light, swirling outward.

A fierce wind rose within the Cultivation Room, and a terrifying aura radiated from Cheng Feng.

Cheng Feng's body began to undergo earth-shaking changes; black dragon patterns appeared on the surface of his skin, swimming and flickering like living creatures, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura.

His muscles bulged high, as if cast from steel, filled with endless power. His bones emitted crisp, explosive sounds, as if declaring their strength and toughness.

When everything returned to calm, Cheng Feng slowly opened his eyes, a sharp light flickering within them. He stood up and stretched his limbs; a series of "crackling" sounds erupted, as if countless firecrackers were going off inside his body. He felt his body was filled with infinite power, as if he could shatter a mountain peak with a single punch.

"Is this the Grandmaster level Black Flood Dragon Body Refining Art? It's too powerful!" Cheng Feng waved his fists excitedly, feeling that surging power within his body.

The inheritance obtained from the Black Flood Dragon Bloodline directly took away all of Cheng Feng's gains in one wave.

Inside the secret training chamber.

It was full of pits and craters.

Cheng Feng's strength had greatly increased, and he wasn't used to it yet; he felt that just walking normally caused him to stomp out large pits.

The effect was gratifying, so Cheng Feng had to slowly find his familiar feeling again.

Otherwise, being intimate with his wives and Concubines would be a problem.

And now, Cheng Feng no longer knew how strong he was.

"I really want to bump into that Gang Qi Realm expert again."

Cheng Feng thought to himself, leaving a large pit with every step he took.